Boys Dance Too

I’ve got a confession to make...

I am a boy (if I can still date to use that term) and I love to dance. Damn what do you think I was confessing? Hope I didn’t burst that bubble of that curious mind?

I love to dance when I am happy, I love to dance when I am sad, angry or mad, I even have my own Happy Dance. Dancing has a way of setting my soul free (as if it ever be contained). I don’t think I can dance, I know I can dance, my style. I may not be dancing with the stars but I dancing with myself. I blame it on the pavwala blood that flows through my veins. Put on that music and my body will automatically catch the rhythm (not always on beat) and will begin to move.

I love to dance by myself, whether anyone is watching or not. I dance for myself and for no audience. A 1-2-3 5-6-7, Quick-Quick-Slow, 1-2-cha-cha-cha 3-4-cha-cha-cha, Rise-Fall. There’s something freeing about dance. And if you should chance to see me dance, don’t think me a fool, cause I really don’t care much of what you may think, I really do like to dance, even if I may look a fool.

Sports may not be the thing I like, I’ve never ever been sportingly inclined, but dance is the thing I like and and dance will be thing I’ll do all my life. Cricket and Football I may detest, but to ballroom and jive I love the best and that’s what I will do. 

Boys do dance, and they love to dance, secure with whom they are. They don’t feel less or should be made to feel less, because they love to dance. They need to be encouraged and nurtured, kept safe from bullies and judging eyes, those who laugh at them, pick on them because they love to dance. There’s nothing wrong with boys wanting to dance, and not just Hip-Hop but Contemporary, Ballroom, Ballet , Kathak, and any dance forms. They can be as graceful and elegant as anyone. So before you laugh and poke fun at them know that you are shattering someone’s dreams and soul, and in the process loosing your own.

So I am gonna continue to dance not bothering what you may think of me. Cause frankly my darling I give damn of what you may think. I don’t really care if I am in the spotlight or the attention of the ladies. I’ll dance for myself. Cause Boys do dance. 

“One Of The Lessons That I Grew Up With Was To Always Stay True To Yourself And Never Let What Somebody Else Says Distract You From Your Goals.” 

– Michelle Obama

The Rhythm and Me: A Confession of a Non-Dance

I am no dancer but I don’t have two left feet and can move reasonably well. But when I put my AirPod on and the music begins to play, the rhythm is bound to get me, and the beat just goes through to my feet.

For those few minutes the world fades away and I forget all my care, making me feel light as a feather, rather than heavy as lead (the way i think I feel I am, though others may beg to differ). And in the moment I feel like Fred Aistaire, cause a Bollywood personality I can’t be, and there’s something joyful about the way he moved that captured the sheer bliss of the moment.

When the music begins to play, the world becomes a different place, a better place, a la la land. Whoever thought a traffic jam could become so joyous. You just break into dance like a joyful musical set piece, and who knows the world would join in too.

So as i walk down that street I can’t help but let my feet move to the beat. A tap here, a shimmy there, a side step, a hop, a hippity hop, a toe-heel-cross, to trotting like a fox, just waltzing your cares away, side step, front step, just move those hips. You feel wild like Kevin Beacon (however, not being so acrobatic), or suave like Patrick Swayze, lifting baby with ease.

There’s so much sheer joy in the movement, you see, when there’s no one to see, when you dance just for yourself, because your heart is filled with content. And even if you don’t got the moves, or you look like fool, or people may laugh, when see you dance. But you don’t really care cause your heart is filled with content, and in that moment, it just the rhythm and you.